Thursday, May 2, 2013

It’s hard to blog and nurse. And I’m all about the nursing
because Gestated Cinco loves to eat all evening and sleep all night. Yeah, not
going to rock that boat.

Some things I’ve learned over the last couple of days……

X-Man’s doing all he can to make sure that his shirts do not
suffer the same fate as his ears. He does this by liberally sharing his antibiotics
with his clothing.

There are several suicidal deer in the area. I am not an
enabler, although I have been sorely
tempted.

Mac’s shoulders are perpetually dirty because they’re where
he wipes his face. For whatever reason. Also, the father figure has been caught
wiping X-Man’s nose with his (X-Man’s) shirt.

Mac’s has been very politely sneezing in everyone’s faces,
to avoid Gestating Cinco’s face.

Mac’s told me that he likes to hold doors open for me “to be
nice.” He also likes to make mad dashes for the automatic doors and stand in
the middle of the doorway “to open it for you.”

X-Man has taken to referring to himself as “baby.” And he’s
still feeling under the weather, so occasionally

I’ll find him sitting alone, pitifully
whimpering about “baby mama baby na na.” It’s enough to make me give him all
the cookies I can find. I own my pushoverness.

Taking five children to get your tires aligned is not as
horrible as you might think. I still never want to do it again.

I admitted to another mom yesterday that at the moment I
will settle for just being “not evil mom.” That seems impossibly out of reach
these days.

I should apologize to the older lady at the doctor’s
yesterday. But when you come stick your “real life” fake baby doll in my face
because she looks so much like my real life real baby, I might exclaim “ew.”
But it’s not actually passing judgment on your odd habit, and the fact that you
have a stroller for your doll, at the doctor’s, but that I was a little taken
aback. Maybe a bit more personal space next time. Maybe don’t say “this is my baby” because I
will actually think you are talking about a baby. Like real. Without weirdly
painted on eyebrows, because honestly that’s all I really noticed. Well that,
and you were carrying a doll, and showing everyone. It’s weird I tell you.